
… Christmas Wrasse, that is, this one swimming past a ledge occupied by blue-black urchins.

… Christmas Wrasse, that is, this one swimming past a ledge occupied by blue-black urchins.

Recently, I was taking photos at Pelekane Beach in Kawaihae. It was a quiet morning with small wavelets running up on the beach. But, while the waves were little, the turbulence produced some great bubbles. Check out the one in the center of the photo!

These photos were taken at Lapakahi State Historical Park. This year, North Kohala was awash with Painted Lady Butterflies and the park was no exception. The butterflies were all over the Ma’o flowers and pretty much anything else that came into bloom.





We got this African basil plant when the usual kind we grow was not available. It was an OK substitute, but when the other kind returned this one got planted in the garden. It’s thrived in its new location, producing these lovely stalks of purple flowers.

I saw these at Spencer Beach Park and realized there are generations of people who will have no idea what these are, or indeed why such things ever existed. But it’s an historical fact that telephones (they were once called that) used to be connected by wires. Go ahead, Duck it (I won’t use Google) on your phone, that’s in your pocket, not connected to anything, except to everything.
I was going to return to the park to see if the phones worked, but it’s clear the one on the left doesn’t, and chances are the one on the right doesn’t either. Which is pretty much the way they were when that was the way everyone placed phone calls when they were out and about!

On a recent swim, I saw this shoal of fish, mostly comprising of Whitebar Surgeonfishes, heading off on its morning business.


The Sunday Stills Monthly Color Challenge theme is ‘Blue.’ See more responses here. After sorting through some photos, I found a cluster of abstract blues that I like so here they are.







The house next door has been empty now for several months and is falling into disrepair. But this white hibiscus, at the front of the house, is flourishing with neglect. It’s loaded with blooms, with new ones unfurling in profusion. It almost makes me overlook how bad the rest of the house is looking. Almost.